The following happened this week:
I caught my boss' cold because he can't stay off my phone or computer and apparently doesn't wash his hands when he blows his nose. To this day, I cannot figure out why a billion dollar company doesn't believe it is necessary for the store manager to have his own computer in his own office...but, they don't, so the receiving desk, which is MINE currently, is the closest available computer...and therefore when he's sick, I get sick. So I have spent this week coughing so hard it hurts and I accidentally pee a little. NOT fun at all.
Jon discovered his rotator cuff issue needs an MRI to determine actual damage and whether or not he needs surgery. Sucks working for companies who only look out for themselves at the expense of their workers. I am only glad worker's comp is a thing. I can't even imagine the bill for his three physical therapy seesions a week, his several appointments, and the cost of the MRI. I really hope surgery ISN'T necessary. In the mean time, he is severely restricted to no use of his left arm at all. I know he complains about therapy, but at least they are trying to keep it pliable.
I have been a worthless git because I haven't done a dish in over a week, the carpet needs swept, the bathroom needs cleaned, the kitty litter needs changed, as does the bunny litter, and I have done SOME laundry, but basically wore the exact same outfit, barring underwear and socks the entire week because I didn't feel well and didn't want to do too much laundry. I should probably get on that. But, Jon is still asleep and I was woken up by my own coughing...as I have been every night since Sunday...and then couldn't get back to sleep. I wake up about six times or more a night; coughing. It it not a lot of fun. Sometimes, I feel like I'm coughing so hard I will puke. Yeah. Fun times.
The big snow from last week has turned into massive brown snow piles along every intersection and driveway on the main roads. It is very, very ugly, and reminds me how dirty the city is and makes for dangerous conditions as it is impossible for anyone to pull out into traffic except on a wing and a prayer. Basically line of sight is impossible. You have to pull so far forward to see traffic, that you are ALREADY in traffic. And it doesn't matter if you are in my little car or an SUV. The piles are THAT high.
My hi lo gets stuck in one inch of snow. No shit. Unloading trucks in it is a crap shoot when the snow removal company NEVER shows up when the store is OPEN so that sidelot hasn't seen a plow. My manager has been running a snow thrower through it this winter so we can get a PATH to drive in. Really. Ridiculous!
The salesman from Blue dog food came to our store. He brought bribes of a full mean of Panera Bread for everyone, we just had to listen to his spiel. And, yeah, I was bad. I ate the yummy ham, bacon, lettuce, tomato on yummy bread sandwich, the bread, and the super yummy broccoli cheese soup that tastes exactl y like the one my mom makes and the small bit of baguette that was in my bag of food. Yeah. I have lots of gas this morning and I was foggy minded for a while yesterday, but oh, YUM! At least it was yummy enough for me to regret it later. I really need to learn how to make that soup. I know all I really need to do is to replace the flour with rice flour and figure out a good cheese substitute for Velveeta...cause my mom's recipe uses Velveeta which is not a food, really, and I highly suspect the same for the Panera bread recipe. And, I need to add MORE broccoli. I love broccoli.
The sky is still ugly and grey. I cannot wait until the skies are blue, the sun is out and it is above 30 degrees. No kidding. I get so cold doing my job that my skin chaps and turns dry, red, and angry. Especially my ass. Apparently, cold weather chaps my ass.
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